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wide-eyed. “Huh?”
    â€œUm, Sharon?” said Dad.
    She held her hands up. “I apologize. That was a bit extreme. Worst case scenario.” She circled the physical portion of his paper and slid it over. “Your hair would probably help with buoyancy. I’m sure you’d be okay.”
    â€œYes, Ms…. Coach … Success,” he stammered.
    â€œAnd finally we get to Miss Alexis,” she said, fanning herself with my paper. “You’re smart and active enough, andyou’re friends with Emily, which is a plus.” She nodded to her stepdaughter, who grinned and stood with her hands on her hips like a superhero. “But I question your involvement in The Breakfast Club since a, it was fictional, and b, it was well before your time. Let’s make some real friends, okay?”
    Once I’d gotten my paper back, Ms. Success nodded to Emily, who came forward with three identical books entitled The Secrets of Success . The cover featured none other than Ms. Success, hands held out with palms up, balancing the words “you” and “winner.”
    â€œI’m sure you learned a little about the Champs philosophy from our pamphlet,” said Ms. Success. She took the books from Emily and opened each one to the front page. With a ballpoint pen, she autographed them for us while she kept talking.
    â€œAny child can be a champ if they have a balanced life and the skills to help them excel. I’m here to teach you those skills.” She handed over the books. “This is your life material. It’ll come in handy well beyond your days in my class. Maybe even as a flotation device.” She pointed to Parker and winked.
    He glowered at her, but she didn’t notice, already having moved on to the binders Emily was now passing out.
    â€œYour class schedules are in there, as well as worksheets and progress forms,” said Ms. Success. “Every session, we’lltouch on a different skill. Last week’s were Time Management and Adventures in Organization, which I’ll review in a bit. Are there any questions so far?”
    Parker raised his hand. “How are we graded?”
    â€œThe same as in life,” said Ms. Success. She squinted in a way that was probably meant to seem contemplative, but actually looked more like constipated. “You’re graded by whether or not you succeed.”
    I wrinkled my forehead. “So … this is a pass/fail course?”
    Emily sucked in her breath and Ms. Success winced. “We don’t like to use the f word around here, Alexis. Fail, can’t, impossible: Those are chump words that don’t belong in a champ’s vocabulary.”
    It took an unnatural amount of willpower not to roll my eyes. “Sorry.” I pointed to Dad. “But he says we all have to pass the class. We just want to know what it’s going to take.”
    Ms. Success frowned and lowered her voice. “Are you talking about a bribe, Ms. Evins? You think slipping me a few Benjamins will get you a passing grade?”
    â€œUh, no,” I said.
    â€œOh.” Ms. Success sounded slightly disappointed. “Then your best bet is to show up for every class, work hard, and make it to the Champs Championship, since that’s fifty percent of your grade.”
    â€œChampionship?” repeated Parker, always up for a little competition. “What’s that?”
    â€œIt’s a culmination of everything you’ll learn in this class,” said Ms. Success. “You start with fund-raising the three hundred dollar team entry fee and then move on to the competition.”
    â€œWhat if we can’t raise the money?” asked Nick. “Do we fail ?”
    Ms. Success brought a hand to her chest and grimaced, as if my brother were killing her with his chump words. “In my class, you’ll learn the skills necessary to make that money. I guarantee it.”
    â€œSo, what’s the